’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. In any event, I explained that no one lived here and that we’d been called in because of suspected intruders. don’t have time. ’ Gerald held out his hand, and she meekly gave the dagger up to him. And Charcam, fearful of another charge in his master's present uncertain mood, disappeared. Finally she decided upon a step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. ‘Do not be foolish. ’ She flounced back to stare out of the window again. ’ ‘I will not.
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